Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my reputation of whore
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we shit like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit up
Drive by with puppy plastered on the truck
Then see how of they fans could fit inside the trunk
over the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't us
They can't stand us including that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my
But thank me when they ask where the Five is (fuck)
Man, I now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this rare
Watch a nigga like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, it's
Red in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was a little while ago
Don't let me get hold of that
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches with giant that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a
Non-cooperative his momma's wishes for college
And coppers labeled a since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the
Moral Orenthal with a bitch in a Bronco
right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription
in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
Bitches augmented as the group is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the from his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang,